It’s one of those moments in life that you can’t plan, they just happen.
After some light hiking we are left standing on a small rise overlooking the sunbathed forest, enjoying the moment. Not touching, but close. We are both flushed and warm, our skin glowing from the combination of the sun and the effort of the climb.
I look around and see a large patch of grass a short way down the slope. I don’t say anything, I just go. I sit, remove my shoes and socks, and lay back, allowing my back and head to rest on the ground. The angle of the rise makes it feel like I’m relaxing in a lounge chair. I plant my feet on the ground so that I can feel the cooling effects of the grass between my toes.
After a few minutes I hear movement, and then a shadow falls across my face. I open my eyes to look up and there he is. With the sun coming from behind him, framing his head and entire body in golden light, he looks like a featureless Greek god. I’ve always found him beautiful, but in this moment he is irresistible. My breath catches unexpectedly and I feel a knowing tingle between my legs.